100 + Tales of Drakgo moments. From the beginning to well.. not the end but you know what I mean. I will be updating one or two chapters a day for the next few months, maybe more. Who knows. But there will be over 100 tales, prompts, and more.
Most are word prompts from various places such as Fanart 100 and other lists. I hope you enjoy!
Random Tales of Drakgo
Before
Shego slammed her empty glass down in anger, flipping through her magazine again. There she was, a full article mind you. Still as vague as ever for Villians Weekly. She should be flattered but she was furious, more so the fact they made it as vague as possible. They made her sound like she was a group versus a person, so when she got any job offers when she arrived, they seemed shocked. She rolled her eyes and groaned. It was a male dominated field she was in, so would it kill them to at least put words like, 'She' or 'Her' in the article. She supposed they were trying to not make it seem sexist, but it would help her out a lot more if the moment she showed up to meet with a new job, she could avoid all the inappropriate jokes and references.
"Another, Shego?" asked the female bartender at the Villain's Inn, Shego had become a regular, which wasn't Shego's goal.
"Yeah," said Shego with a sigh, "Did you see this crap?"
"Hey, don't complain, at least your getting recognition. Most Hench-women end up turning into Villain-Hopper's just to get a foot into decent villainy. Sure, there's a few Vileness' who didn't have too. Your lucky, your getting your name out there without having to crawl into bed with anyone," said the bartender, what was her name, Lisa.. Lesley.. Linda?
"True," said Shego with an eyeroll, "Not that most the villain's I've done a few jobs for haven't tried. The last one, was the worst. He acted like it was in my job description. Uh, no, my contract was for one job. Steal some sort of Graphite laser out from someone else. Done. End of the mission."
"How long did it take you?" asked the bartender, Leena, that was it.
"Knowing her, an hour, tops," said the male bartender as he brought over clean glasses, Kyle... Konner.. they really should wear name tags.
"Half," smirked Shego, then groaned, "You know, you can be a villain without being a creep."
"Someone send them a memo," said Kasey, that was it thought Shego, "So any new contracts?"
"I haven't decided. I was going to look through the wanted ads and see who tickles my fancy this time," said Shego, as she held up the magazine, "I removed my contacts from here. The magazine did do one thing, it got my name buzzing, so now I have choices. Though I am hoping to find one that pays for a room this time. No offense, but this place is an overpriced dump."
"We know," said the two casually, before they attended the other bar patrons, as the regulars arrived.
Shego sighed and flipped through the articles, smirking as she saw Dementor's face on the 'Busted' list. Who ever this Kim Possible was, she was taking out villains left and right. Good for her. Shego smirked, glad for once it wasn't some Global Justice punk who was poorly trained or Team Impossible, bunch of show boating guys trying to act like a GI Joe. She looked at the hiring ads. Housekeeper. Nope. Side-Kick. Nope. Too long term. Accountant. Yeah, no. Henchman. Could be something quick. Jewel Heist. Easy money. Assistant. No, that means long.. wait. Shego looked at it again. It had short-term and long-term listed. Benefits. Room. Vacation. That implied more than a month, but it said negotiable. She read the short article and shrugged. There was an asterisk by the article, she flipped back through and found herself reading Dementor's article.
"Dr. Drakken?" asked Shego, so that's who she'd had to out steal under for Dementor, the name sounded familiar, perhaps a passed article she was sure.
"You say Drakken?" asked Linda, "I hear he's a bit of a contract nut, really over complicated at times. Kasey, didn't Paulson and Wayne work for him?"
"Uh, yeah. I guess he's the mad scientist type, you know. Keeps to himself, kind of a loner, crazy schemes, odd inventions. Though I guess he's got really good healthcare, but super picky," said Kasey as he filled someone's drink, Shego looked at the clock.
"Hmm," she looked at the article again, "Resume?"
"Yeah, he's old school," said Kasey, and Shego tapped her nails against the bar in contemplation, negotiable.
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